To the tune of “Mommas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys”
With apologies to Waylon Jennings, and really anyone who reads this... Image unregretfully stolen from the internet. Runners ain’t easy to love, and they’re harder to hold. They’d rather give you a bib than diamonds or gold. New won belt buckles and old beat up hoka’s Each race last all through the day. If you can’t pace or crew him, and he don’t D N F Then he’ll probably just run away Mommas don’t let your babies grow up to run ultras Don’t let em train mountains or overnight trails Let em run 5k or B Q and such Mommas don’t let your babies grow up to run ultras Cause they’ll never stay home and they’re never alone Even on trails that they love Ultras are dusty old game trails through clear mountain mornings Little used paths that climb mountain peaks all through the night Them that don’t run them don’t like them and them that do sometimes won’t be able to finish. It ain’t long, it’s just perspective, this climb can’t go on, but from there’s just no end in sight. Mommas don’t let your babies grow up to run ultras Don’t let em train mountains or overnight trails Let em run 5k or B Q and such Mommas don’t let your babies grow up to run ultras Cause they’ll never stay home and they’re never alone Even on trails that they love
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